Page 4 of Loup Garou
“A thousand? Hey, that’s a bit harsh.” I smiled wide and rocked my hips to a beat I heard in my head. “And before you bother pushing the issue more, I’m sure I’ve run across men who name everything—penis, car, blow-up dolls—but I really don’t bother remembering them. It’s not like I want anything more than a night of fun from them. Too much information leads to second dates. They spiral into thirds. Shaking them after that becomes all but impossible.”
She cast a worried look at me. “You think like a man—find them, fuck them, forget about them.”
“Thanks.”
“That’s not a good thing.” Myra sighed. “How are you going to find that perfect someone if you don’t bother with anything intimate—I’m not talking sex. You need to open up to a guy. Any guy. Hell, call Brook back here and tell him something personal about yourself. Call Jay. He knows more about you than most men. Tell him some big thing. Anything, Lindsay.”
Putting my arms up, I shrugged. “I’m sorry but I’m not understanding what you’re talking about. You can’t be telling me there is anything above and beyond sex with a man.” I winked, knowing Myra would yell. I knew all too well there was more to it. I just wasn’t willing to share myself with anyone. There was a time when I would have, but it had passed. Myra was also painfully aware I had been more than intimate with a man in my life. It had ended badly for all involved. I didn’t care to let anyone else in.
“You can’t keep men at arm’s length forever, Lindsay. You will have to let one back in at some point.” She gave me a stern look and I could have sworn she was reading my mind. “That heart of yours will shrivel up and turn black at the rate you’re going.”
“So, Dr. Myra, how much is this session going to cost me?”
“Bitch,” she whispered.
Leaning over, I kissed her cheek. “I lubs you too, honey.”
She growled. The cat shifter in her made it sound very real.
“What? I’m only young for like, eternity, so let me have a little fun. I’ll settle down…umm… I can’t even get that out without getting sick to my stomach.” Shaking my head, I snickered. “I need to go before my buddy, Stalker Stan, shows up.”
“Put your sweatshirt on, a T-shirt—anything—or you’ll never shake him. The man will follow you around the center like a lost puppy. A very scary puppy.” Myra turned me to face her. “Seriously though, Lindsay, he’s crossed the line. Showing up on your front doorstep is too much. I read the note he left on your car the other day and I find it hard to believe you were destined to be with him.”
I shuddered at the thought of being Stalker Stan’s soul mate as I put my sweatshirt back on. The man, while not bad looking, had an air about him that had always left me on edge. “Eww, or thatanyonewould be. Yuck.”
Myra nodded, agreeing with me. “Besides, he lets off a vibe. It’s scary as hell. And if I find him scary, we’ve got issues. Let me start reporting the things he pulls or let me deal with him behind the scenes. The last thing I want is to show up at your house and find out something’s happened to you.”
“I can handle Stan.”
“Like you handled Victor?”
I swallowed hard and covered my throat with my hand automatically. “That’s not fair, Myra. He waylaid me after hours and you know it. Besides, he wasn’t your average guy.” I didn’t come right out and shout about him being a vampire but I wanted to. Any humans around us would think I was crazier than they already believed me to be.
“What’s to say Stan won’t waylay you too, Lindsay? And what’s to say there isn’t more to him than meets the eye. We’ve been fooled before. Never forget that.”
“Point taken.” I motioned towards the back of the facility. The last thing I wanted to do was continue to be chastised by Myra, who never seemed to have a stopping point. “Erotic striptease awaits.”
“I still can’t believe how many people are dying to get in that class. The waiting list for it is absurd.”
“Hey, who wouldn’t want to see me gyrate on a pole?” I asked, sarcastically. “Doesn’t everyone sit around waiting to see me make a fool of myself?”
Backing up fast, I slammed into something solid. A warmth laced with soothing power wrapped around me. My breath caught, and for a moment I could do little more than stare at Myra with wide eyes.
“We never have to wait long for you to make a fool of yourself.” A slow smile spread over her cocoa-colored face. She winked and my brow furrowed.
Turning slowly, I found myself staring up into the blue eyes of one of the sexiest men I’d ever seen. He had to look down at me and that alone was enough to do it for me, because at five-nine I had trouble finding a man I could wear pumps with and not be taller than them. This stud was about six-five so there was no way I’d end up taller than him. His tousled black hair hung to his strong chin, putting emphasis on the tiny dimple there.
I had difficulty tearing my gaze from his thick, corded neck and found my willpower only worsened as I dropped my eyes lower, tracing his broad chest displayed nicely in a snug navy T-shirt with a faint outline of a dragon on it. The thing looked like it had been worn several hundred times, but I knew it was a designer piece instantly. The inner shopper in me applauded.
“Umm, sorry.” As I went to move away from him, he took hold of my arm and sent fire shooting up it. My breath hitched as my inner thighs tightened.
What?
I stared at him, confused, horny, mesmerized.
He raked his blue gaze over me slowly, heating various portions of my already aroused body. “Lindsay?”
“Do I know you?”
